Fitz walked out of the beach cottage onto the sand, just to be faced with an overabundance of tan skin that wasn't his girlfriend's.
For there in a beach lounge chair lay Daisy in nothing more than a red strapless bikini, soaking in the early morning rays. Having heard the cottage door open behind her, the inhuman cracked open one of her eyes and looked backwards at where Fitz was staring at her.
"Like what you see, Fitzy?" she asked teasingly. "And stop gaping like you've never seen a scantily clad woman before — I could hear you and Jemma from my room last night when I was going to sleep."
Fitz blushed slightly and muttered apologetically, "Sorry about that."
"Oh, don't apologize, gives a lonely girl like me something to imagine," Daisy replied with a light laugh. "It just means that I know this isn't anything new for you."
"Yeah, but it is, because it's you," Fitz countered as he resumed walking up to where she was lying, and sat down in the sand beside her. "And this is the least I've ever seen you dressed in, or anyone besides Jemma."
"Okay, fair enough — you got a point there," Daisy said. Then reaching up and cupping the bottoms of her covered beasts, she said, "Fitzy, these are what're called breasts, and this red scrap of fabric barely covering them is called a bikini — a strapless bikini in this case, because it has no straps that go over my shoulders."
"Yes, Daisy, I'm well aware of what you're wearing," Fitz rolled his eyes. "It's the actually seeing you in one that had me stunned for a second."
"What — didn't think I'd ever wear a bikini?" Daisy asked. "I mean, we are on a beach vacation, what did you expect me to wear while we're here?"
"I knew full well you'd spend 99% of this trip in swim clothes, both bikinis and one-pieces, since Jemma told me about going shopping with you last week before this trip. It was the seeing just how beautiful you really are in one of them that had me momentarily speechless," Fitz answered.
"Careful there, Fitzy, don't let your girlfriend hear you talking about another girl like that — she might think you're trying to get in my bikini bottoms," Daisy said. "But the compliment is appreciated nonetheless."
"Why do you think we brought you along on our vacation?" Fitz said in return. "It wasn't because we thought we might need a bodyguard in the Seychelles."
"I did wonder why on earth Jemma was inviting me along on what I thought was supposed to be your guys' romantic time away once the world was momentarily saved since you just finally started dating," Daisy said slowly. "But she said two bedroom cottage, and any other idea is completely ridiculous — people don't do that."
"When have Simmons and I ever been 'people'?" Fitz replied with a light smirk. "And we have always been 'the BUS Kids', for good reason. And you don't seriously think Jemma's the kind of woman to have loud enough sex for the person in the bedroom right next to ours to hear through the obviously thin cottage walls, without having an objective, do you? Jemma's far from prude, less so than me, honestly, but she's still going to keep intimacy private if she's not doing it intentionally."
"So what are you actually saying…?" Daisy asked slowly, shifting over onto her side to look at him directly, a move that made Fitz briefly look down at her breasts before meeting her eyes again, ever the Scottish gentleman. "Because I'm not too good to admit that I think about you two way too much, and always have."
"Knowing Jemma, she probably has some elaborate seduction plan to prove that she can be romantic, even though we both know that I'm the romantic one," Fitz answered. "Personally, I'm more for the spend all day playing on the beach and in the ocean with you, take you with us to a nice restaurant, and when we get back ask if you want to join us — or if you want to go skinny-dipping in the ocean in the dark, and go with that. But as this entire vacation and bringing you along was Jemma's idea, I'm certainly not interfering in whatever she's got planned. But point being, we want you as our girlfriend, and we're pretty confident you won't mind being our girlfriend."
"But aren't you afraid I might mess you two up?!" Daisy exclaimed, now that it had all actually been said out loud, even if it is what her suspicions had been. "You are the two that matter, the two who have been moving towards actually being together for over a decade now, not me! I'm just a girl in a van who hacked her way in and keeps abandoning the team every year."
"You do not– okay, so you've made some choices in the past that maybe you shouldn't have, or at least not everyone was happy with or thought were right," Fitz replied. "But you're still an invaluable part of this team, and more importantly of Jemma and I's life. And we have talked extensively about you for the past several weeks, and are sure of what we want, as unusual as it is. And we expect you to want to talk to us as well, I'm sure we'll have some dinners or at least evenings, to talk about all of this, and all concerns we both have in full detail, but we are sure that we want to try this — it's the entire reason we brought you with us. And if you don't want it, that's fine and we'll completely respect that, and you still get a nice vacation out of it, but we're pretty confident that you want us too, and can come to believe that we really do want you."
"Oh, I want you, more than you can possibly imagine," Daisy muttered under her breath to herself, before saying aloud to Fitz, "But if you're really serious, and this isn't some cruel practical joke that I could never see you or Jemma doing, then stare away at my bikini to your heart's content while I sunbathe, until Jemma gets out here and tells us both what we're doing for breakfast."